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Some Roosevelt 

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Reminiscenees 


A Symposium of Personal Recollections 


By Members of the 

Roosevelt Association of Jersey City 


Arranged by WM. H. RICHARDSON 
as a Souvenir of the Second Annual Dinner 
of the Association, October 27th, 1920 


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The Roosevelt Assoeiation of Jersey City 


It was singularly appropriate that the movement to publicly per¬ 
petuate the memory of Theodore Roosevelt on the part of the people 
of Jersey City originated in the councils of our own Lincoln Association. 
Mr. Roosevelt’s death occurred January 6, 1919; just five days later, 
with the sorrow of the national bereavement still fresh in their minds 
and hearts, the Committee that was then at work on the annual Lincoln 
celebration for February 12th proposed that a similar organization 
designed for the particular purpose of translating Theodore Roosevelt 
into our own lives should be called together. So far as we know, our 
Lincoln Association was the first in the country to recognize the historic 
and civic value of such an organization; we believe now, that our 
Roosevelt Association was the first to enter into a similar patriotic com¬ 
pact to reverently remember Theodore Roosevelt. On February 12th 
the membership agreement was endorsed with practical unanimity. 

The following officiate was subsequently elected: President, 
Marshall Van Winkle, Esq.; first vice-president, Hon. James W. 
McCarthy; second vice-president. Geo. C. Warren, Jr.; secretary, Robert 
A. Alberts; treasurer, Wallace M. Cosgrove; historian, Wm. H. 
Richardson. Executive Committee: Wilbur E. Mallalieu, Thomas H. 
Hall, Dr. Henry Spence, Thomas J. Stewart, Rev. Harry L. Everett, 
Col. Geo. T. Vickers, Charles Lee Meyers; chaplain. Rev. Willard 
P. Soper. 

1 he first formal tribute to the memory of Theodore Roosevelt by 
the Roosevelt Association was paid at the dinner on October 27, 1919. 
Upwards of two hundred guests were present. Marshall Van Winkle 
presided at the function with characteristic dignity and capability and 
in his address he emphasized the public utterances of Mr. Roosevelt 
as applicable to so many of the vexing questions of the day. Mr. 
Lawrence F. Abbott, president of the Outlook Company, in his address 
reviewed, to the unqualified delight and interest of his hearers, many 
of the events in Mr. Roosevelt’s life that had come under his personal 
knowledge and observation. Hon. George M. Young, M.C. from 
North Dakota, who had known Mr. Roosevelt in his Western life, also 
addressed the gathering. The musical arrangements of the evening 
were conducted by Joseph Hough’s orchestra. 

The officers of the Association for 1920 are as follows: President, 
Hon. James W. McCarthy; first vice-president. Geo. C. Warren, Jr.; 
second vice-president, Robert A. Alberts; treasurer, Wallace M. Cos¬ 
grove; secretary-historian, Wm. H. Richardson. Executive Committee: 
Wilbur E. Mallalieu, Thomas J. Stewart, Dr. Gordon K. Dickinson, 
Rev. Harry L. Everett, Charles Lee Meyers, Marshall Van Winkle, 
John Walden King, Clarence M. Owens. Special Speakers and Enter- 


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tainment Committee; Robert A. Alberts, Dr. Harold A. Koonz, Dr. 
Walter A. Sherwood, Charles Crawford Wilson. 

At a recent meeting of the Executive Committee, when the person¬ 
ality of Theodore Roosevelt was the natural topic of discussion, it was 
decided to inaugurate a plan to gather all the reminiscences of our great 
American that would be contributed and preserve them in permanent 
form. It was felt that the historic interest attaching to these reminis¬ 
cences would have a value, increasing with the years, as manifesting 
the contacts and impressions made upon the men of Jersey City by one 
whose real greatness, after all, was in the everlasting practice of just 
plain, ordinary virtues—friendliness, simplicity, honesty, bravery. 

As a result of this initial effort on the part of our Association, the 
following collection of personal narratives is presented under the name 
of each contributor, in the belief that a unique addition has been made 
to the literature of Theodore Roosevelt. 


Robert A. Alberts 


I have had “close-up” meetings with Colonel Roosevelt on a number 
of occasions, one of them particularly, the night he appeared before 
that great crowd in the Dickinson High School on May 22, 1912, in 
the campaign for presidential delegates to the Chicago Convention. As 
a member of the Reception Committee I had a place on the platform, 
and that carried with it the high privilege of a Roosevelt handshake 
and a few words of greeting from our great and good friend. 

But I don’t believe that what Col. Roosevelt said that night to the 
crowd, or even the marvelous impression he made upon that great 
throng—which seemed to be on its toes every instant, to catch every 
word—has made the impact upon me that I got when I was simply one 
of the million who saw him the day he arrived in New York on his 
return from that African journey, June 18, 1910. Why, a man must 
have had the soul of a wooden Indian if he could not have been moved 
by the sight of the crowds at the Battery, where he landed with a party 
consisting of President Taft and hundreds of other distinguished citizens. 
The “Rough Riders” were there; and they sure did give him some 
uproarious welcome. Col. Roosevelt had his arms around their necks; 
he slapped them on their backs; they hugged him^—hand-shaking with 
that delegation was too tame entirely. 

I was swept into a bunch of people that got headed his way and 
much to my surprise and delight the next minute I found my hand in 
his and heard myself saying: “Welcome, welcome back home!” And 
I heard him say, “Thank you! Isn’t this great?” I was amazed at 
my own voice, and none the less at hearing him phrase his reply as he 
did; but knowing Theodore Roosevelt as we do now, how else could 
he have held the heart of America as he does if he had not first taken 




the hand of everybody in his wonderfully simple, human, friendly way. 

That day in New York is a matter of history. I mention it as my 
greatest personal recollection of him because it actually was the deep¬ 
est. From the Battery clear up to Forty-third street the Roosevelt 
section of the procession was just one constant center for the cheering 
thousands along the way—but there is no capacity in language that will 
adequately express the experiences of that triumphant march. 

It will not be amiss, perhaps, to refer in this connection to the cor¬ 
respondence I had with Col. Roosevelt in endeavoring to have him at 
our 1919 Lincoln dinner. As early as 1916 I had been to see him 
personally on that subject and he could not come then—but he said, 
“I’ll be with you yet at that Lincoln Association, Alberts’’; and 
I kept on. The situation seemed to shape up most hopefully in a letter 
he wrote me December 4, 1918. But in a little more than a month 
he had passed away. 

So on January 11, 1919, five days after his death, we founded 
the Roosevelt Association of Jersey City, that we might better do our 
share in the preservation and perpetuation of his ideals. 


Hon. John A. Blair 


As the time approached for celebrating the birthday of Mr Lincoln, 
February 12, 1918, the Lincoln Association of Jersey City was desirous 
of having Mr. Roosevelt attend and make an address. The Association 
appointed Mr. Charles F. Case, Colonel George T. Vickers and myself 
a committee to procure the presence of Mr. Roosevelt. At the time 
fixed by appointment the committee went to Mr. Roosevelt’s office in 
the Metropolitan Magazine Building in New York. As we alighted 
from the elevator, we entered a large room well filled with people 
who were waiting to see Mr. Roosevelt. After waiting a little time 
we met his private secretary, through whose good offices we were soon 
introduced into Mr. Roosevelt’s private room. 

When we entered, Mr. Roosevelt was standing behind a table 
covered with books and papers. As we approached he shook hands 
and spoke to us as if he had met us all before—and I think he had— 
and asked us to be seated. He still remained standing and after greet¬ 
ing us, he laughingly said, “Gentlemen, I am pleased to see you and 
I think I know what you are after.’’ He said, “You want me to come 
and make a speech for you.’’ We rather hesitated, but, of course, had 
to admit that that was the object of our visit. He then said, “I may 
as well say to you at the outset that I cannot come, and my reason for 
not coming is that I have promised to make a speech in Milwaukee on 
the day you want me to come to you.’’ He further said, I feel that 
I must go there. I am sure you will all agree with me, that if there is 
any place in the United States where the people need talking to, that 


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place is Milwaukee.” We all agreed to that without a moment’s hesi¬ 
tation. After talking a few moments about the character of the people 
of Milwaukee and the things he was going to say to them, and some 
short talk on other general matters which I do not now recall, he very 
courteously led us to the door, and said that he was very glad to have 
seen us. Mr. Roosevelt did not make that contemplated speech in 
Milwaukee, by the way; he was in a hospital that Lincoln’s Birthday, 
instead. 

That incident in his life, which Mr. Roosevelt’s reference recalled, 
was one of the most superb exhibitions of personal courage and stoicism. 
After the would-be assassin had shot him (October 14, 1912), and 
with the bullet in his body, he insisted upon delivering his message to 
the people of Milwaukee first, and then having his wound dressed. 
Certainly the experience would have put an ordinary man out of a 
campaign, yet he had vigor enough left to appear before an audience 
of sixteen thousand people sixteen days later at Madison Square 
Garden, New York, and tell that vast throng, ‘‘I am glad beyond 
measure that I am one of the many who in this fight have stood ready 
to spend and be spent, pledged to fight, while life lasts, the great fight 
for righteousness and for brotherhood and for the welfare of mankind.” 

The Committee came away that day in New York remarking that 
Mr. Roosevelt seemed to be in fine health. He was alert; his eye was 
bright, his color clear, and he had every indication of vigorous life. 
We felt that we had met and talked with a great man and a great 
American. That he was such was the opinion shortly thereafter 
expressed by the whole civilized world when his death occurred. 


O. R. Blanchard, M.D. 


I have a very pleasant ‘‘personal reminiscence” of Mr. Roosevelt 
and one which I remember more vividly than almost any other of my 
life, because Mr. Roosevelt was always my hero. 

The President of the Camp Fire Club of America had given notice 
that Mr. Roosevelt had promised to make his first appearance on his 
return from Africa before the Camp Fire Club of which he was a 
member. In fulfilment of this promise he met the Club on the after¬ 
noon of June 22, 1910, in the Waldorf-Astoria. 

As he entered the reception room between his escorts he seemed to 
me a most perfect specimen of alert robustness. He was possessed of 
the most attractive personality that I ever met. When he took my 
hand and said, ‘‘I am very glad to meet you. Dr. Blanchard,” it 
seemed as though it was the man himself who spoke and no hollow 
voice. We were all presented to him and after a half-hour of con¬ 
versation we went to luncheon. 

I sat within a dozen feet of him and watched his 


every move. 




He ate as though he certainly did enjoy the food. I did notice that 
he did not taste the wine. After luncheon he was presented with the 
gold medal of the Camp Fire Club, a most beautiful thing, and at 
that time I think was the second one that was ever presented. It was 
given in recognition of his study of wild animal life. 

He then talked to us for nearly two hours. He told of the habits of 
the natives and the animals of Africa, of his experiences of the hunt, 
of the charging lion and the elephant. It was the most interesting and 
instructive talk that the club had ever listened to. It seemed as though 
he talked but half an hour, so spellbound were we held. 

The souvenir of the occasion was a two-hundred-page volume 
named “The Real Roosevelt, His Forceful Utterances on Various 
Subjects,” with a Foreword by Lyman Abbott. It is a good book to 
be placed by the side of the Bible in every American household. 


Rev. Cornelius Brett, D.D. 


Although the Roosevelt family are our kinsfolk I never met them 
personally until I called on Theodore Roosevelt himself in the White 
House in the spring of 1906. Mrs Brett and I patiently waited our 
turn to be introduced to the President of the United States by his private 
secretary. He received us with his unusual handshake and a smile 
which has become historic. As other guests were waiting in line we 
were allowed but a single moment to remind him that my grandfather, 
Nicholas Bogert was a brother of Anatje Bogert, who married Jacobus 
Roosevelt, his great-grandfather. 

“Then we are cousins!” he said, and gave me a more vigorous 
handshake, if that were possible, before we parted. 

A year later, while enjoying a tour through the Netherlands, we 
visited the little town of Schoonrewoerd, which, according to Riker 
was the birthplace of Jan Louwe Bogert. In all the town I could find 
but two persons, a young man and a young woman, who understood 
Einglish well enough to comprehend what I was after; and presently 
they laid before me in the Burgomaster’s room all the available church 
records. The early baptismal records had disappeared; but an earlier 
marriage record contained the names of Jan Louwe Bogert, who em¬ 
barked on the ship “Brindle Cow” in 1663. 

At the village post office I was able to procure postcard pictures 
of the church in Schoonrewoerd. One of these I sent to Mr Roosevelt, 
which he acknowledged to me with evident appreciation. 

It may be of interest in this “garland of memories” to trace this 
line of our common ancestry: Jesse de Forrest was a Walloon who fled 
to the Netherlands during the religious persecutions. He is traced from 
city to city by his church connections. He was devoted to the French 
Calvinistic faith and it was the dream of his life to find a corner in the 


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world where such a church could be established with liberty of con¬ 
science. In quest of such an ideal spot, de Forrest sailed with a small 
group of religionists for the Dutch possessions in South America. 
Among the treasures of the British Museum may be found the manu¬ 
script log of this voyage. It is written in French, begun by de Forrest, 
who died in South America, and continued by Jan de la Montanje. 

De la Montanje returned to Leyden, where he married Rachel 
de Forest, daughter of Jesse. In 1636, the Montanje family, con¬ 
sisting of Jan, his wife and a little daughter Rachel, embarked for 
New Amsterdam. During the voyage a second daughter, Marie, was 
born, and on reaching New Amsterdam, the little one was baptized by 
Dominie Bogardus. 

Rachel de la Montanje married Doctor Gyspert van Imbroch and 
moved to Esopus. During the Esopus Indian massacre she with her 
daughter, Lizbet, were captured by the Indians. They were afterward 
released. Lizbet married Jan Peeke, a Hudson river skipper, after 
whom Peekskill is named. Hannah Peeke, daughter of Jan and Lizbet, 
married John Bogert, who was a son of Nicholas Bogert and Belletje 
van Schaick and grandson of Jan Louwe Bogert of Schoonrewoerd. 

John Bogert and Hannah Peeke had a son, Nicholas Bogert who 
was my grandfather, and a daughter, Annetje, who married Jacobus 
Roosevelt, the great-grandfather of Theodore. And so I have my 
reminiscence of a delightful moment with my famous kinsman. 


Hon. Robert Carey 


Somehow or other everybody feels that he knows Theodore Roose¬ 
velt. There was something about the virile life of “Teddy” that 
created a most intimate relationship between him and all of us. 

I had considerable correspondence of a political character with him 
but very limited personal contact, having met him personally only a 
very few times. The one occasion which impressed me most was the 
night he addressed the mass meeting at the Dickinson High School in 
the Roosevelt-Taft fight on May 23, 1912. He was “delighted” with 
the tremendous crowd gathered there to meet him. The building was 
jammed and there were thousands outside who couldn’t get in. When 
he appeared on the stage that night Congressman Murdock was telling 
the audience how the Colonel built the Panama Canal. I had the 
honor of presiding that night, so I stepped over to the Colonel as he 
entered, to greet him. He said just two words to me: “Bully crowd!” 
and then turning quickly to the audience shouted at the top of his voice, 
“Hello, everybody!” 

I suggested he sit down and rest a minute as he appeared tired. 
He protested: “Tired? Not a bit. I’ve made seventeen speeches 
today. Bully day, and I’m feeling as fresh as a daisy.” Then he 







added, “Feel my clothes.” I did. He was wet clean through with the 
perspiration of his day’s work. Then he said: “You can pull the trigger 
whenever you are ready and I’ll tell them how we built that Canal.” 

I won’t attempt to repeat what everybody heard that night, but 
the Colonel certainly didn’t dodge any responsibility for building the 
Canal. Just as he was leaving I asked, “Colonel, do you feel like a 
winner?” and his reply was quick and true to Roosevelt form: “We 
have already won no matter what the result!” 


Gordon K. Dickinson, M.D. 


Once in a while we meet men to whom the Lord gave wondrous 
brains. Their heads are in the clouds. There is a surcharge of elec¬ 
tricity, and the lightnings gather. They are men of action. They 
are restless and full of individual thought. They become leaders and 
as such with their militant minds they beget enemies as well as strong 
admirers. But after they leave us, their sterling qualities, their courage, 
their failures and their successes lead the public mind to adore them 
and show their appreciation by pilgrimages to the place of their burial. 
Such a man was Roosevelt. In the history of the United States there 
are but few men, big and forceful, like himself. And yet these men 
who thunder away, in their private life are mild, peaceful and devoted 
and congenial in their homes. They are as their children are, sweet 
and lovable. 

It was my pleasure a number of years ago, when Roosevelt was 
President, to be attending a national conference in Washington. Word 
came to us that the President would gladly receive us at the White 
House for the conventional handshake. We all went over. When I 
approached him I mentioned the fact that I was a friend of Dr .Gibson, 
of Huntington, Long Island, whom I knew to be a friend of his. Dr. 
Gibson is another splendid man of fine personality as well as a most 
excellent physician. He has a large practice and frequently went to 
Oyster Bay to attend members of the Roosevelt family and knew them 
all very well. 

The President detained me, held back the crowd for quite a while, 
during which time he discussed the merits of Gibson as a physician and 
the great love the community had for him and their respect for him and 
his work. 

I well remember the President’s smile and the gleam that came 
over his face and the warmth of his words as he spoke so kindly and 
to considerable extent of my friend. The grasp of his hand was sincere 
and one could tell from its feel that while the muscle was strong his 
touch was kindly and his heart warm. 

I passed from him with a renewed impression of his greatness, of 


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his breadth of knowledge, and his condescension to the little amenities 
of life. And the magic that opened up so much of Theodore Roosevelt s 
heart to me was nothing more or less than the touch of the name of a 
friend, common to him and to me! 


Rev. Harry L. Everett 


Williams College Commencement Day in June, 1905, will doubt¬ 
less be cherished in history as its most notable, for several reasons: it 
was then that the beautiful and stately Thompson Memorial Chapel 
was formally devoted to the service of the college; and President Roose¬ 
velt was then invested with the honorary degree of Doctor of Laws. 
A third reason which I personally cherish is that it was the day of 
my own graduation from Williams. A special train brought the Presi¬ 
dent into Williamstown the day before; with him were Hon. Elihu 
Root and Hon Joseph H. Choate, who were also recipients of the 
same degrees on that occasion. Our visitors were taken in an automobile 
to the home of President Henry Hopkins, son of the famous Mark 
Hopkins, and were entertained there. The chimes in the tower of the 
chapel were rung for the first time as the Presidential party came up 
Consumption Hill, and I can still recall how Mr. Roosevelt stopped 
the car to listen to the National Anthem, and the rapturous look on 
his face as his gaze swept across the valley, taking in that superb land¬ 
scape which somehow becomes part of one’s life forever after he has 
lived in it. 

Several of us boys in the senior class were selected to go over to 
President Hopkins’ house that night to see if we could do anything to 
add to the comfort of the guests. One of them, I recall as I write 
these lines, was Will Pettit, afterward Captain “Bill,” killed in action 
in France. We were all personally presented to Mr. Roosevelt. As 
he heard my name he asked if I was kin to the Harvard Everetts; did 
I know “Piggy” Everett of Boston—which I admitted; and when I 
told him I was from Troy, he ambled along with a story of Troy, and 
its history and traditions that simply amazed me. He asked me what 
I was going to do when I got out in life. When I told him it was 
either the law or ministry, he snapped his teeth together and said, 
“Fine! You can make either of them a ministry. You young men 
won’t believe it, but real success in any line must be service!” The 
whole interview, as I look back to it now, seemed so simple and spon¬ 
taneous, that I wasn’t the least bit impressed with the fact that I was 
being talked to by the President of the United States. And from what 
I know now of him, I haven’t the least doubt in the world that if I 
had met him face to face ten years afterward he could have picked 
up my career from the point where he dropped it that night. 

The next morning the President was up and around early. At 


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eight he had inspected the new chapel—and I suppose that most of the 
folk from that corner of Massachusetts who could crowd into Williams- 
town had inspected him. At ten the commencement exercises were held 
in the old First Congregational Church, because that had the largest 
auditorium. He addressed the class with a most remarkable discourse, 
one that bristled with epigrammatic references to the duty of young 
men to go into politics, to be clean and fearless. Nineteen five, our 
year, was said to have been the most “crowded” year of Mr. Roose¬ 
velt’s official activities. He gave us a first-hand account of his part 
in taking charge of affairs in Santo Domingo as a “big brother” serv¬ 
ice, and his whole address was along the line of what a man in public 
life should do to be true to himself and his fellow citizens. 

If any further proof that Theodore Roosevelt was actually practic¬ 
ing the thumb-nail sermon he preached to me that night, as well as the 
wonderful discourse he gave my class the next day, one can find it 
readily enough in the agreement he had practically brought about at 
that particular moment, between Russia and Japan; it was one of the 
most momentous accomplishments of a life that was really actuated by 
principles of supreme unselfishness and directed by an intellectual and 
a spiritual culture that are rarely equalled in history. 


Hon. James W. McCarthy 


I shall never forget the experience it was my privilege to enjoy, 
when I accompanied Theodore Roosevelt on his tour of Northern New 
Jersey, together with other Progressive Republicans in the inspiring 
primary campaign of May, 1912, when Roosevelt was “gunning” for 
presidential delegates in his contest with President Taft for the Repub¬ 
lican nomination for President. I have witnessed and taken part in 
many exciting political campaigns in my time, but never before had I 
seen—nor have I seen since—the like of those Roosevelt campaigns, 
both primary and election, which fairly rocked the politics of the country 
in the spring and fall of 1912, and which seemed at times to threaten 
to resolve all political parties into their constitutent elements. They 
were more of the nature of crusades, than political contests, and the 
great outstanding figure in them, of course, was Colonel Roosevelt 
himself. In fact, he was the great crusader, the very heart and soul of 
the movement. 

Although in common with a great many Americans, I had always 
been an ardent admirer and follower of Roosevelt, that was the first 
opportunity I had ever had to meet and come in close contact with him. 
And needless to say I endeavored to make the most of it. What im¬ 
pressed me most about Roosevelt was his personal magnetism and the 
warmth of his nature. He was intensely human and possessed a personal- 


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ity as pleasing as a summer zephyr. Although he was not what one would 
term an orator, he was nevertheless a most entertaining and instructive 
and enthusiastic public speaker. He could elicit shrieks of laughter 
with his keen shafts of humor, particularly when he pitched his voice 
in that famous falsetto key which he was accustomed to use when ridi¬ 
culing an opponent. He could awaken the conscience and stir the 
sluggish souls of his hearers with his earnest, plain spoken, easily under¬ 
stood words and phrases, delivered forcefully and at times with a 
sledge hammer effect into which he seemed to throw all the energy and 
feeling of his wonderful nature. And with clenched fists, tightly closed 
jaws, half shut eyes and that militant poise of head, he could fairly 
“burn up’’ an opponent’s position, policy or argument, with withering 
sarcasm. When he scored some of his most telling points, particularly 
when speaking on Americanism, you would almost feel constrained in 
your elation to rush up and hug him, so magnetic was the force of his 
personality. 

Space will not permit more than a brief recital of a few of the 
incidents of that never to be forgotten tour. The people of Bayonne 
must remember vividly the short visit Roosevelt paid them on the night 
before the primary election of May 28, 1912. Most of the population, 
men, women and children, lined the streets along the route over which 
he was to pass. A large section of the populace, and a most enthusiastic 
one, too, was on hand in the vicinity of the West Eighth Street railroad 
station to greet him upon his arrival there from Somerville. He was 
scheduled to speak to the crowd from a stand at the railroad station. 
Such a mass of humanity I have never seen gathered together in any 
one place, not even during the first visits to this country of Bryan in 
1 896. From a sea of human throats came a constant roar of “Teddy,’’ 
“Teddy,’’ “Teddy,” “Hurrah for Teddy,” from the moment of his 
arrival in sight. To attempt to speak before that cheering, surging mass, 
wild with enthusiasm, seemed a human impossibility, and it was. 

I had the honor of being the chairman of the meeting and the one 
upon whom the duty—and pleasure—was cast of introducing the 
Colonel. After surveying the situation gleefully for a few moments, 
he turned to,me and said: “Say, McCarthy, I don’t think I’ll be able 
to speak to this crowd, they won’t stop cheering.” “Oh, go ahead. 
Colonel,” said I, “start to say something and they’ll stop to listen.” 

That showed how little I knew. The Colonel started to talk in 
a loud voice but the crowd would not stop cheering. With soft hat 
in hand, he vainly appealed to them, all the while grinning with that 
famous Roosevelt grin. But the crowd was so delighted just to see 
him that they simply couldn’t and wouldn’t stop cheering. Every time 
he waived his sombrero the crowd seemed to take it as another tip to 
cheer some more. And they just cheered themselves hoarse. A little 
urchin of possibly twelve years, climbed up on the speaker’s stand and 
yelled: “Oh, you Teddy!” This drew a hearty laugh from the Colonel, 
but another youngster hanging on to the outer rail of the stand called 
out: “Say you kid, shut up and give Teddy’ a chance to speak!”. 


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Policeman Gallagher then interfered, or tried to, by calling to the 
boys on the platform to “come down out of that;’’ to which the youth¬ 
ful admirer of the ex-President drawled out: “Aw, come up and get 
us if you can! We’re friends of Teddy’s.’’ “Let the kids alone; 
they are the coming America and are entitled to all the fun they can 
get out of life,’’ admonished the Colonel, who was a great lover of 
children. And as if in appreciation of this defensive remark, another 
lad who had perched himself on the roof of the speaker’s stand leaned 
over and yelled: “Teddy, you’re a peach!’’ To say that Roosevelt 
enjoyed the situation immensely, would be stating it mildly. He seemed 
to be in his element and fairly bubbled over with enthusiasm and good 
humor. 

Before we left Bayonne, Mayor Matthew T. Cronin stepped out 
from the crowd and I presented him to Roosevelt, saying: “Colonel, 
this is Matt Cronin, the democratic Mayor of this enthusiastic Roosevelt 
city. Roosevelt shot his right hand out to Cronin, placed his left hand 
on Cronin’s shoulder, and looking Bayonne’s Chief Magistrate in the 
eye, said: “Well, Matt, you look like a regular fellow and I’m glad 
to meet you!’’ 

During the afternoon of one of the days of Roosevelt’s tour of 
Northern New Jersey in that primary campaign (May 23-24, 1912) 
we spent touring Bergen County. It seemed as if the entire populace 
had come out to line the trail and make the visit a popular demonstration. 
At Hackensack, Lodi, Hasbrouck Heights and other places in that 
historic and hospitable county, the route was lined with men, women and 
children eager to get a glimpse of the great American hero, and to hear 
him and do him homage. Homes everywhere were decorated with 
“Old Glory.’’ Boy Scouts, Daughters of Liberty and other patriotic 
organizations, were in the assemblage. Here and there along the road, 
hanging in the window or floating from a staff in the front of the abode 
of some humble citizen, was the stars and stripes, which would elicit 
from Roosevelt the remark: “There is the home of a good American!*’ 
America, its flag and people, were always uppermost in the heart of 
this great apostle of true Americanism. 

At picturesque Hasbrouck Heights, he stood up in the automobile 
and faced a vast audience of cheering men, women and children. Sev¬ 
eral women bore babes in their arms which they had brought to see 
the idol of the American citizenry. One woman, on the outskirts of 
the crowd, held her babe high above her head, and Roosevelt’s keen eye 
quickly caught sight of it. Pointing his finger in that direction he 
called out affectionately: “I see you! I see you, little citizen!’’ Then 
with face beaming with smiles, he waived his hand at the little one, 
while the poor mother, almost overcome with joy at the attention paid 
her offspring, would have dropped it in her excitement had not convenient 
hands offered her assistance. Turning to the crowd Roosevelt said; 
“You know I just love babies! There’s nothing to be compared to 
them in the whole wide world. I have six of them myself, and know 
what I am talking about. It would be a dreary world without the 


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chatter and laughter and love of children! And the mothers! God 
bless them! They radiate the spirit of America! Some day they will 
receive justice and be placed on a voting equality with the men. 

That Wednesday had been a very busy day for even such an active 
mortal as Roosevelt, and as it neared six o clock those m charge of 
the line of automobiles suddenly ordered them headed for Essex Country 
Club, where an elaborate dinner had been arranged for the party pre¬ 
paratory to the evening meetings in Newark and Jersey City. While 
the procession of cars was proceeding in the direction of the Country 
Club, having just passed about a mile or so beyond Belleville, in Essex 
County, an automobile not attached to the party suddenly hove in sight 
and caused us to halt. One of the occupants called out to some of the 
committee in the car ahead that there was a big crowd massed on the 
public square in Belleville which had been waiting for over two hours 
to see and hear the Colonel, a meeting having been scheduled for that 
place. One of the Committee called back that it was too bad, but that 
arrangements had been made for the party to dine at six o’clock and 
that the meeting at Belleville would have to be “flagged.” 

Roosevelt here took a hand in the argument. With a look that 
showed intense earnestness and interest, he enquired where Belleville was. 
Being informed that it was in Essex County, about a mile back, he at 
once gave orders to pass up the dinner for the time being and get to the 
square in Belleville, where the crowd was waiting, as quickly as possible. 
“Those people are evidently not worrying about their meal, and why 
should we?” he laconically said. “I never miss a chance to talk to my 
countrymen, so let’s get to them. We can eat anytime, but you can’t 
always have a chance to talk to a crowd that wants to hear you.” 
Needless to say his order was obeyed, and as the caravan turned around 
and retraced its trail in the direction of Belleville, Roosevelt settled him¬ 
self in his seat in the rear of the automobile and with that famous grin 
whispered gleefully: “Hang the eats! Essex County is the home county 
of my old friend Franklin Murphy. I’ll confess that I am real hungry, 
and I shall be delighted to feed on Mr. Murphy at Belleville!” 

Former Governor Murphy, then Republican National Committee¬ 
man, from New Jersey, a real gentleman but a leader of the old “stand 
pat” school of politics, was a bitter opponent of Roosevelt and Roosevelt 
policies, hence the significance of this remark. And later in the evening 
when the dinner table at the Essex Country Club was finally reached 
and the Colonel ate very sparingly of the delicious viands provided, re¬ 
marking that he “hadn’t much appetite,” I could not help attributing that 
fact to his attendance at the mass meeting in Belleville square, where he 
figuratively “feasted” upon and literally “ate up” Mr. Murphy, his 
political enemy, and the other “moribund reactionaries” of the Repub¬ 
lican party in a progressive speech that set the big crowd massed on the 
Belleville Square howling with delight. 

The day’s campaigning, consisting of sixteen big meetings, wound 
up at the Dickinson High School in Jersey City, where the Colonel and 
party arrived about an hour before midnight. And what an enthusiastic. 


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happy, cheering multitude greeted the Colonel upon his arrival! The 
auditorium of that show building of Jersey City was packed to the doors, 
and thousands of people massed themselves outside in the streets. No 
conquering hero returning after a victorious war, could have received 
a more glorious welcome. Well, Roosevelt was a hero, and discriminating 
Jersey City knows a great man when it sees one, and what is more knows 
how to receive and welcome him in true democratic fashion. And that 
night the people of Jersey City as on other occasions did themselves proud 
in the greeting they extended to the great fighter for social and industrial 
justice and popular rights. 

Roosevelt himself speaking to the crowd in the high school, said of 
his experience that day in patriotic New Jersey: “I have thoroughly 
enjoyed my trip through New Jersey, and I want to tell you that while 
I have had some middling lively times in the west, I have had one of the 
liveliest ten hours of my life right here today in New Jersey.” 

That his tours of New Jersey in that primary campaign and in the 
election which followed in November were fruitful of result, is now 
a matter of political history. In the primary he captured every one of 
New Jersey’s twenty-eight presidential delegates, and in the election which 
followed he won a smashing victory over the regular Republican candidate 
for president, although he was defeated by the Democratic candidate. 
Such was the tremendous hold this great American had upon the hearts 
of the people of New Jersey and America. 

‘‘He was a man. 

Take him for all in all. 

We shall not look upon his like again!” 


Wm. H. Richardson 


The occasion of my personal reminiscence of Mr. Roosevelt was the 
nineteenth annual dinner of the Pennsylvania Society of New York, 
held in the Waldorf-Astoria, December 8, 1917. ‘‘France” was the 
theme of the dinner, and Mr. J. J. Jusserand, Ambassador of the French 
Republic was the guest of honor; while a galaxy of great men dis¬ 
tinguished in many departments of life, flanked the Ambassador and 
President James M. Beck at the guest table. Among them I recall 
Father Cabanel, who sat at the extreme left of the line, clad in 
his priestly habit; he was chaplain of the ‘‘Blue Devils”—so he 
described the famous Alpine soldiers to me—and I remember him 
as a singularly and eminently picturesque figure. As he talked to me, 
he repeatedly raised to his lips the carnation boutonniere he could not 
possibly wear, for the reason that all of his soutane, across his breast, 
was literally covered with honorable insignia and decorations for personal 
bravery and highly distinguished service. 

Over a thousand men of Pennsylvania birth or ancestry or friendly 


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attachment sat down to the dinner, which was given at a season when 
the world was growing deeply sober and serious-minded. Conditions 
on the battle-fronts in Europe were ominous enough indeed, and Col. 
Roosevelt in his speech said that “No Society that could not produce 
that kind of a flag to show its members (alluding to the great service 
flag of 21 7 stars that had just been broken out) has any right to hold 
a banquet at this time.’’ 

Brigadier-General William A. White, C. M. G., sat at Col. 
Roosevelt’s left; his face showed the deep personal concern he was 
undergoing, and when he stood up for a few minutes and gravely 
asked the company to think for a moment of the men in the trenches 
that night, what they had gone through for the past three years, he was 
unquestionably disturbed; his only hope for the future at that time, it 
seemed, rested upon what our boys were yet to do. 

It will not be amiss to reconstruct to some extent the background of 
those days, because it will have something to do with the great address 
of the night. Only three days before, an ammunition ship had been 
blown up in Halifax harbor as a result of a collision—so it was said; 
perhaps it was from some other satanic cause; 4,000 people were reported 
killed by the explosion. General Byng had just abandoned fifteen 
square miles of the Cambrai sector, which had been won at a terrible 
cost of British manhood. That very morning the headlines told us of 
the sinking by a german submarine of a United States destroyer and 
the loss of seventy-five men. Lenine had but recently made the fatal 
and fateful Brest-Litovsk treaty. Italy was suffering her awful reverses. 
In England the Marquis of Lansdowne was openly urging compromise 
with the world’s arch-enemy. 

I have no doubt Col. Roosevelt knew all those things, and a great 
deal more, which the vain-glorious Ludendorff and others have since 
revealed to us, when he arose to respond to the toast “The United States.’’ 
It is not my province to print that speech here; I wish I could; I wish 
every American could have heard his arraignment of domestic traitors 
and of the policies of the past which encouraged men to come to this 
country only on the theory that they were changing one feeding trough 
for a better feeding trough; if aliens came here they should understand 
that they were to talk United States if they were going to live in the 
United States—no other language should be taught to children under 
fourteen. It is doubtless unnecessary for me to dwell upon the scene 
in that great hall when he faced his audience with the counsel that “you 
should never hit any one if you can help it, but never hit soft. ^ ^ ^ 
but if you do hit him, put him to sleep!’’ Col. Roosevelt’s address 
carried with it the thought of our big job in the war and of its victorious 
ending; with singular prescience he discussed the terms, geographical 
and financial, under which it was to terminate. 

It may be argued that this is not altogether an intimate or a particu¬ 
larly personal reminiscence—but I wonder who has ever listened to 
Theodore Roosevelt, and seen him make that short-arm, left-hand, crook 
index finger gesture, who has not felt that the speaker had his auditor 


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by the shoulder and was patting his argument in with each friendly jab! 
Why people did not stir tremendously, when another renowned orator, 
that same evening, whose magnificent voice and sublime diction should 
have provoked their sympathies, I do not know. The only explanation 
I can offer is that one man spoke to and the other at us. 

Since 1903, I have been a member of the Pennsylvania Society, 
and one of my hobbies has been the collection of autographs of the 
distinguished guests at these annual dinners. It is a friendly pastime, 
and so far, the distinguished guests have been very good to me. I think 
I reveled in my prospect that night. I did want Col. Roosevelt’s name 
at the head of my list pretty badly. As usual, I started my card and 
fountain-pen at the end of the table; Father Cabanel was first, and he 
was pretty easy; he kept talking about the wonderful Americans and 
how much he loved us all. I asked him to sign a few inches below the 
top; then he passed the card to his neighbor while I kept at the back 
of each, using the necessary persuasion as occasion seemed to require. 

Col. Roosevelt was the twelfth one across. When I came to him 
I told him very frankly about that blank space at the top of the card 
and I hoped he would be gracious enough to put his name there; and 
he asked why. “Why,” I said, “because it belongs there!” As 
he reached for my pen, he turned around so that I had a close-up view 
of that smile the whole world knows, as he rejoined, “Well, for a man 
who occupies my place in the public eye, I guess the bottom will do; here. 
I’ll sign underneath my old friend the Ambassador!” And he smiled 
the smile again when I told him that that crowd out there ought to have 
satisfied him v/here his place in the public eye was. But he signed 
where he said he would—only I have always felt ever since that I 
should have gone to him first if I wanted his name first. 


Thomas J. Stewart 


I can recall several “personal contacts” with Theodore Roosevelt; 
but one meeting in particular, at the unveiling of a monument to the 
Underhill family in Long Island, near the President’s home, is still 
fresh in my memory, and it has made the most vivid impression of all 
upon me. 

At that meeting. President Roosevelt, who had just succeeded the 
lamented McKinley, was the honored guest and speaker. There were 
in all about one hundred present, the number being limited to those 
who bore the Underhill name and a few of their friends. Mrs. Stewart 
and myself had the great pleasure of sitting at the side of the illustrious 
American and conversing with him. We shall never forget the profound 
impression he made on both of us—his wonderful love for his country 
and his masterful insight into the problems confronting us. The im- 


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pressions made are not easy to define by words. Meeting the man, 
sensing the force of his personality and the realization that here was a 
truly great man could do nothing but conduce to a state of mind full 
of reverence and devotion. His conversation with us that day, as well 
as the theme of his public address, was all on the subject of Americanism. 

I have visited his tomb on several occasions. His memory has 
brought a love that will never vanish. His soul has departed; “God 
moves in a mysterious way,” but his spirit still lives to guide us. In 
my den hangs a personal letter from Theodore Roosevelt bearing his 
signature. There is also a large engraving of him on the wall. So I 
keep the memory of him ever before me to inspire and to urge on to 
better things. 


Hon. Marshall Van Winkle 


When I was in Congress one of the duties which was enjoyable was 
the introducing of constituents to President Roosevelt, and this was a 
pleasant duty because Mr. Roosevelt was so very much alive and really 
so glad to meet people. In bringing people to the White House when 
Mr. Roosevelt was there, a Representative felt that he was contributing 
to the President’s pleasure quite as much as to the pleasure of the vis¬ 
itors; and during Mr. Roosevelt’s term of office no one need be told 
that the American people flocked to the White House to get a close 
look at a great man. Mr. Roosevelt’s head did not dominate his heart, 
and his heart spoke oftener than his head when he was meeting his 
fellow citizens in a social way; and surely this is as it should be. A 
frigid face and a studied diction do not make for social intercourse. 

When a man spoke to President Roosevelt, the answer came 
quickly—man-to-man, as we say. The President always had some¬ 
thing to say, and he didn’t hold back what he had to say. He didn’t 
speak as though he felt there was a stenographer present to whom he 
was dictating some well-chosen remarks. He never responded in “a 
few appropriate remarks,’’ or in a few “appropriated” remarks, as so 
many men in public life do, who “let it go at that,” for want of some¬ 
thing to say, or for fear of saying something that might be misconstrued. 
And, he was so warm-hearted, and so mentally alert, that his response 
was usually better than the prepared remark of the visitor. He didn’t 
merely listen; he talked back. 

I remember on one occasion, I think in the Spring of 1 906, I called 
at the White House with two Hudson County Republican war horses, 
great admirers of the President, two men who had done a great deal to 
help elect the President, Edward Fry, then Chairman of our Republican 
County Committee, and Edward T. Mitchell, Chairman of the Organi¬ 
zation Committee of the County Committees. I can’t refrain from saying, 
in passing, that Mr. Mitchell was the man chiefly responsible for my 
own nomination and election. 


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As we swung into the President’s presence, at the appointed time, 
I did not fail to tell who my visitors were, and I gave their political 
titles at full length. Instantly Mr. Roosevelt grasped a hand of each 
visitor in his hearty, human way, and holding them tightly said, “Oh, 
yes, I know; you are the fellows who make the wheels go ’round!’’ 

Mr. Mitchell was just as prompt with his, “Yes, Mr. President, 
and we’d like to make ’em go ’round for you again.’’ 

At once came the President’s rejoinder, “No, no; not for me, 
boys!’’ And his jaw snapped on his words. 

At that time there was much talk of the President becoming a can¬ 
didate for the Presidency for another term. All know how matters 
fell out afterwards; and I am giving this incident only to show how 
pleasant it was to meet President Roosevelt in the White House, and 
how he got close to his visitors with his abounding humanity. 


Col. George T. Vickers 


It was on the occasion of an appointment with Colonel Roosevelt 
to wait on him as a Committee of the Lincoln Association of Jersey 
City, inviting him to be our guest at the coming annual banquet (Feb. 
12, 191 8), in honor of the memory of his great presidential predecessor, 
that I had an unexpected glimpse of Colonel Roosevelt. Judge John 
A. Blair and Mr. Charles F. Case were the other members of this 
Committee, and although we had this appointment, we were under very 
strong suspicion by Miss Strieker, that alert and capable guardian of 
the Colonel’s time, that we were about to coax for a speech if we 
could only “get in.’’ The interview had been granted on the condition 
that no appeal would be made to Colonel Roosevelt for a speech. 
Miss Strieker wrongfully suspected us, for we intended only to ask the 
Colonel to be present at the banquet. Our subterfuge was so trans¬ 
parent in those stirring times that Roosevelt himself brushed it aside 
saying, “No, gentlemen, I could not be there and remain silent.’’ 

While awaiting our turn, it was through Miss Strieker, perhaps 
in an effort to touch our conscience, that we were admitted to a nearby 
room where we witnessed the simple little ceremony of a Christmas 
Greeting between the great man and the office force. Boys and girls, 
each for the moment alone and in intimate personal contact, received 
a gift, a hand-shake and good wishes, but above all, that which will 
linger in their memories, the knowledge that this great busy man to 
whom the world was paying homage, was personally interested in each. 
No one could doubt that Theodore Roosevelt meant what he was 
saying to each of those boys and girls. We could not hear his words, 
they were not intended for us, but his eyes, his face, his manner were 
even more eloquent than words. There was no formality about this 
ceremony, but despite its simplicity it was inspiringly dignified. Miss 
Strieker was as thrilled with the moment as we were, and the depth of 


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her veneration for her friend and employer w^as illustrated by the glow¬ 
ing happiness with which she told us that she too had received a price¬ 
less gift, a picture of himself with a greeting, as a Christmas present 
from Colonel Roosevelt. 

This was the last Christmas for Roosevelt at the Metropolitan 
office. The radiated joy and happiness was in every one’s face, and 
I shall carry this memory of Roosevelt as Santa Claus as part of the 
worth while past that makes following Christmases more joyous. 


John S. Watson 


In the fall of 1 898, Col. Roosevelt came back from his experiences 
in the war with Spain. His great hold upon the affections of the people 
in the State of New York was immediately demonstrated in that rather 
remarkable deference on the part of the so-called political leaders of 
the State which made them take him as their candidate for Governor. 
One of my friends, Arthur Hecox, was private secretary to Senator 
Fox, and, on the side, to the new candidate for gubernatorial honors. I 
was calling on Arthur one day when there came a rap on the door 
of the office and in walked Theodore Roosevelt. After Arthur had 
formally presented me to Mr. Roosevelt, I proposed withdrawing while 
he did his dictation but he would not permit that and went on with 
his letters. 

Notwithstanding his repugnance to having his name used as a 
candidate for the V'^ice-Presidency he was nominated as the running 
mate for the martyred McKinley at the Philadelphia Convention on 
June 21, 1900. His speech, seconding the nomination of McKinley, 
stampeded the convention, and when the time came the entire hall rang 
with cheers of the men who wanted “Teddy.” I was present at the 
convention as a spectator; I can remember vividly the tumultuous 
scenes, “Teddy’s” tousled hair, his curious voice, his coat buttoned 
awry. My father, Edward M. Watson, was one of the delegates to 
the convention. We were leaving the convention hall for a bite of 
lunch and were walking over to the trolley car, when crowds of people 
appeared and commenced to talk about wanting to get a look at Theo¬ 
dore Roosevelt. My father was interested, too, for he had never seen 
him closely; as we turned, I saw him very close behind us with a small 
group of men. We stopped, and when they came abreast of us, to my 
very great surprise, he looked up, stepped toward me, took me by the 
hand and called me by name and inquired for our mutual friend, 
Arthur Hecox. And by that I knew that that was the only time he 
had ever seen me in his life, and yet he remembered, with that marvel¬ 
ous gift he had, not only my face but even the incident and circum¬ 
stances under which he had me catalogued. Surely I shall cherish 
my personal reminiscence of Mr. Roosevelt and my sense of reverence 
for his great life as long as I have memory. 


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C—Charter member; R—Regular member ; ^—Deceased 


Abel, John. R 

Acheson, Albert E. R 

Alberts, Robt. A.C-R 

Alexander, W. Alanson. . R 

Anthony, J. V. Z.C-R 

Armstrong, A. G.C-R 

Armstrong, Dr. Thos. C. R 
Arrowsmith, G. C..C-R 

Bacon, Edgar B. R 

Badgley, Bernard B. . . . C-R 

Bailey, Geo. E.C-R 

Baker, Harry H.C-R 

Baldwin, P. R 

Baxter, Robt. H. R 

Bermann, Hugo.C-R 

Bishop, David A. R 

Blair,H. T. R 

Blair, John A. R 

^Blakeslee, George E. . . .C-R 
Blanchard, Df. O. R. . . C-R 

Bonnot E.C-R 

Bowly, Geo. R 

Brady, Chas. D. R 

Brett, Rev. Cornelius. ... R 

Brooks, Mark S.C-R 

Brown, Henry, Jr. R 

Bumsted, Wm. G. R 

Carey, Robert.C-R 

Case, Charles F.C-R 

Clark, Wm. J. R 

Colgate, Austen. R 

Conover, J. B.C-R 

Cosgrove, J. M. R 

Cosgrove, Dr. Sami. A. . R 
Cosgrove, Wallace M. . .C-R 

^Crawford, G. W. R 

Crocheron, L. E.C-R 

Cruse, Howard R.C-R 

Cummings, H. H.C-R 

Currie, James, Jr. R 

Currie, Mungo J. R 


Dailey, Harry.• • • • 

Dear, Joseph A.' 

Dennis, R. F.' 

Dickinson, Dr. Gordon K.' 

Dimse, Henry. 

Dixon, M. Wallace. 

Drake, Wm. E. 

Drayton, Samuel.' 

Dressier, Louis. 

Durrie, Dr. W. A.' 

Eaton, Comndr C. P. . . . 

Erskine, J. D.< 

Erwin, James R. 

Everett, Rev. Harry L. . C 

Farmer, H. 

Farrier, Benj. E.C 

Farrier, Ed. M.C 

Forney, Clarence H 

Francke, C. L. 

Freneau, E. S.C 

Gaddis, Percy A. . 

Gardner, Walter P 
Gibbon, J. C. . . . 

Gilmore, Joseph H.C 

Gopsill, James W.C 

^Gopsill, John G.C 

Gopsill, Kenneth M.C 

Gopsill, Thomas M.C 

Grim, Dr. George H. . . . 

Hall. Thos H. 

Hardcastle, G. W. 

Harvey, Frank K. 

Hathaway, Walter C. . . 
Hathaway, Walter T. . . 

Heck. John W. 

Heintzelman, Dr. B. S. . 


Higgins, Frank J.C 

Higson, Albert. 

Higson, Albert J.C 


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Membership List 

(continued) 


Hilton, Frank L.C-R 

Holmes, W. N.C-R 

Huck, Wm. J. R 

Hudspeth, Robt. S. R 

Hughes, Chas. B. R 

Ittner, Martin H. R 

Jackson, Howard B.C-R 

Johnson, Wm. F. R 

Kagan, Oscar M. R 

Kagan, Silas W. R 

Kearns, J. H. R 

Keller, W. E. R 

Kerr, Sami. R 

King, John W.C-R 

Knox, Andrew. R 

Kohl, Henry. R 

Koonz, Dr. Harold A. . .C-R 

La Bau, Milton N. R 

Lampa, Robt. R. R 

Langley, B. C. R 

Laterman, Edw. R 

Lawless, Richard A. . . . C-R 

Lehman, Harry V. R 

Leitch, Edw H.C-R 

Lewis, Frank H. R 

Lewis, Thomas R.C-R 

Linn, Wallace H. R 

Lohsen, Otto H.C-R 

Long, George E. R 

Louderbough, Harry C. . C-R 
Loughran, Thomas A.. . . C-R 
Lynes, Rev. Joseph R. . . R 
Lyons, L. A. R 

MacDonald, Rev. J. H. . C-R 

McCaslin, H. J.C-R 

McCarthy, James W. . . . C-R 
McClintock, Thos. L. . .C-R 

McComb, John I. R 

McCoun, Fredk. R 

McKinley, Wm. G. R 


Mcllroy, Geo. A. . . . . .C-R 
Mallalieu, Wilbur E. . . . R 

Mathewson, F. E.C-R 

^Mathison, James. R 

Mayo, Erskine B.C-R 

Meachem, Chas. W. . . .C-R 

Melosh, Henry J.C-R 

Merseles, Theodore F. . . C-R 

Metz, Henry, Jr. R 

Meyers, Charles Lee. . . .C-R 
^Meyers, Geo. Morehouse. C-R 
Meyers, Herman Lee. . .C-R 

Meyers, Wm. G.C-R 

Mills, Thomas D. R 

Miner, Dr. Donald. R 

Miner, Frank D. R 

Morrison, F. A.C-R 

Morrison, Robt. B. R 

Naylor, John T.C-R 

Neighbor, George. R 

Nelson, Wm. George. ... R 

Newell, Gerrish. R 

Newkirk, Jas. S. R 

Norris, Albert.C-R 

Owens, Clarence M.C-R 

Parker, Thomas. R 

Peavoy, Joseph.C-R 

Perkins, Jay S. R 

Pirman, Ernest. R 

Pope, James E. R 

Potter, Frank S.C-R 

Price, Nathan. R 

Queen, John Wahl.C-R 

Randolph, Dr. Wilson F.C-R 
Ransom, Edward A, Jr. .C-R 
Richardson, Wm. H. . . .C-R 
Richmond, Dr. R. P. . . . R 

Romaine, Edward. R 

Rowley, W. E. R 

Rudiger, J. H. R 

Rusch, Wm. H. R 

Ryer, Thomas A. R 


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(continued) 


Sadler, Rev. A. J. R 

Sames, C. M. R 

Sands, Joseph S. R 

Sannwaldt, Chas. R 

Sargent, Donald J. R 

Schenck, Vincent R. R 

Schwanhausser, E. J. . . . R 

Schwanhausser, Fred. ... R 

Schwanhausser, W. F. . . R 

Scott, Herbert. R 

Seydel, Hermann.C-R 

Seydel, Paul. R 

Shepard, Thos. R 

Sherwood, Louis.C-R 

Sherwood, Dr Walter A. R 

Shoup, Walter E. R 

Simpson, Chas. L.C-R 

Slater, C. Howard. R 

Smith, Minor C. R 

Soper, Rev. Willard P. . R 

Spence, Dr. Henry. R 

Spinks, Lewis. R 

Stephens, Albert A. R 

Stewart, Arthur I. R 

Stewart, Thomas J.C-R 

Stone, Robert G. R 

Stowe, B. L. R 

Strang, Chas. J.C-R 


Stratford, Arthur C. R 

Swenson, Edward. R 

Thorburn, John C.C-R 

Tompkins, J. Haviland. .C-R 

Tompkins, Vreeland. R 

Tuers, Willis J.C-R 

Tuthill, Chas. V. R 

Van Buskirk, DeWitt.. . .C-R 

Van Keuren, Wm. R 

Van Winkle, Marshall. . .C-R 
Van Winkle, Marshall, Jr. R 
Vickers, Col. Geo. T. . . C-R 
Voorhees, Frank D.C-R 

Waldeck, L. Edwin. R 

Walker, Rutherford H.. .C-R 

Ward, John H.C-R 

Ward, Wm. J.C-R 

Warren, Geo. C., Jr. . . .C-R 

^Washburn, Louis H. R 

Watson, John S.C-R 

Webster, Dr. W. J. R 

Westervelt, Dr. Edwin A. C-R 

Williams, Thos. H. R 

Wilson, Chas. Crawford. C-R 

Wolbert, H. L.C-R 

Woolsey, Frank.C-R 

Wydeman, Victor M. . . . R 


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